The sword light soared into the sky and hit the leader of the Six Yangs on Su Che's head.
The sword is dark blue, like the shadow of a cold pool, almost invisible, but it is a killing move that has been waiting for a long time.
It moved as fast as thunder, and the sword light snaked down, even though Su Che had already laid out the Yinquan Jiuqu around it as a defense.
But this protective magical weapon that Yu Liion personally refined only blocked the swift sword light with a snap of his fingers.
The killing move was imminent, Su Che tried to transfer himself into Qingdi Treasure Garden but was unable to do so.
Because the long-awaited opponent didn't even give Suche a chance to change his mind.
cut.
Su Che was definitely not one to sit still and wait for death. Relying on the scene that Yinquan Jiuqu fought for with just a few fingers, Su Che adjusted his figure slightly, avoiding the vital point of his throat, and used his chest to meet the sword light that was like a hidden poisonous viper. .
At the same time, he focused his sword intent on his fingertips, and the Taiyu Abi Sword suddenly struck out.
Although the scale and magnanimity in the rush were not as powerful as Su Che's when he was ready to attack, Su Che had the determination to exchange injuries for injuries.
The sword light passed through the chest, and a bloody light burst out from Su Che's chest.
The man succeeded with one blow and was about to use the light of the sword to escape, but was forced by Su Che's sword intent and retaliated with a sword that stopped in the air.
Suche looked up and saw a short swordsman dressed in gray, holding a strange snake-shaped sword, with orange eyes, exuding a murderous aura.
"Good sword intention. It's a pity that I only got a glimpse of it, not the full picture."
The man looked at the open wound on Su Che's chest and smiled strangely.
"But you have seen everything about our viper sword with traces of scars."
Su Che snorted coldly, and a vicious sword intent spread downwards along his chest.
Not to mention the extraordinary quality of this guy's sword intent.
If you look at it from its context, it is the method of Dazhen Illusion Sword Intent that I had discussed with Yan Qi before. The hidden miniature merges into the invisible, and the sword is drawn out with fierce murderous intent.
This kind of assassin's sword can truly be called exquisite.
Coupled with this ruthlessness of waiting for an opportunity to strike without mercy, Suche was very interested in him, or them.
Even if these people were placed on the East China Sea, they should never be unknown.
Su Che put his hand on his chest. The wounds caused by the sword light of the gray-clothed swordsman not only broke his body.
But in addition to blood, his innate vitality is also constantly being lost.
This incident can be said to have damaged one's own fundamentals.
"Good sword."
Su Che stood proudly in the billowing yin energy and smiled: "Su has seen countless famous swords in the world. If I can die in the hands of a swordsman like you today, I will die without regrets."
While carefully concentrating his magic power and trying to prevent the fundamental vitality in his body from leaking out, Su Che took out a piece of golden paper from the Nine Songs of Yinquan.
Even if he has Qingdi Baoyuan in his hands, he must be careful of the other party's sudden attack.
This swift sword light is really too fast.
Sword cultivators like the gray-robed swordsman are indeed his most hated opponents at the moment.
"This is a fragment of a nine-page golden book that Su found."
Suche said as he looked at the big man approaching from the other side.
At this critical moment of life and death, neither Madam Xie nor Yan Qi could point them out.
The only one you have to rely on is yourself.
"These treasures are given to swordsmen like you. Don't let them gather dust elsewhere."
Su Che said, sending out the page of the golden book using the sword movement method.
The golden light was bright, seemingly fast but not very fast, and landed lightly in front of the gray-clothed swordsman.
However, he looked as if he was facing a formidable enemy. With a slight movement of his sword, he pushed the page of the golden book aside.
"It's ridiculous. Is this the first day our brothers come out to make a living?"
The swordsman in gray gently blew the blade of the snake-shaped monster sword in his hand.
"You can go back to your hometown to deceive your children with such small means of differentiation and inducement."
As he spoke, he moved his sword and moved the page of the golden book in the direction of the armored man.
"Hmph, how can these useless snacks fed to Xiao Jinyi Yushi know what loyalty is?"
The armored man just sneered when he thought about the identity and background of the person in front of him.
How can these dandies who came out of the honey pot of China recognize the heroes who came out of the stormy waves of the East China Sea?
The gray-clothed swordsman put away his sword and stood up, his eyes slightly closed. With his eyesight, he had naturally read the page of the golden book, but at this moment he was pondering the meaning of the words in it.
What this dude said is quite good. Judging from the text, it is indeed a Buddhist inheritance.
The big Han Yunzhang took the page of the golden book. He was protected by a magic weapon and armor, so he was naturally much larger than the gray-clothed swordsman.
He held the golden book in his hand, but glanced lightly from the corner of his eyes.
The lion green lotus is like a nine-page golden book that was requested from the Buddhist holy land of Da Ling Coffin Temple. It is indeed this thing.
The armored man was different from the gray swordsman. He had seen one page of the nine-page golden book in the hands of a Buddhist figure a few days ago. When he looked at it again today, he had already seen it very clearly.
The boy named Su in front of him actually had one of the nine pages of the golden book in his hand.
Today there is an unexpected surprise.
"Both of you are masters. If I say that I use this golden book to buy my own life, I'm afraid it will only make everyone laugh happier."
Suche looked at the two of them: "I'm afraid both of you know who I am and what my cultivation level is."
The gray-clothed swordsman and the armored man looked at each other and chuckled noncommittally.
"Not to mention just one page of the golden book, even nine pages are in my hand. As long as I die, both of you can get them."
The two of them watched indifferently, seemingly not interested in what kind of medicine Su Che was selling in his gourd.
"But there is a piece of news that I think can give me a little more breathing space."
Suche smiled: "You two don't want to know where I got this page of the golden book?"
silence.
These two guys.
Suche just wanted to laugh now. When they picked up that page of the golden book, Suche knew that he had won this round.
If these people are death warriors carefully cultivated by certain people, they will take action directly no matter what they say.
Because the dead soldiers have no self-interest considerations, all they want is to complete the mission.
Since he's not a dead soldier, that's easy to say.
The world is prosperous, and everyone is here for profit. The world is full of hustle and bustle, all for the benefit of others.
A few young talents from the East China Sea don't want to realize immortality as soon as possible, but they cooperate extremely skillfully to kill people everywhere. For what reason?
Do you act chivalrously?
It's just a word for profit.
As long as the benefits they provide are enough, they will hesitate and hesitate.
Suche was really curious.
Who is it that ambushed such a group of people today and is going to attack a few of them?
Who are these people coming for?
I, the guy who obeyed Liuhe Canglong's orders, was still the Prince of Wuling who only wanted to watch the excitement but had already become possessed without knowing it.
Su Che raised his hand, and a bronze wine cup with a simple shape appeared in his hand. The mouth of the wine cup was rippled with light, but there were strands of emperor's fluid rising and falling in it like dots of mist.
"I wonder if these four words Qingdi Baoyuan can give me some breathing space?"
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